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FYI.

Posted on June 3, 2013

In case you haven’t noticed, this blog has been going through a dry patch lately. And by dry patch I mean Ponting-in-IPL-2013 kind of a patch.  I usually blame others for my failures so I’ll blame Sharmila Tagore for this particular one. Now that we have that out of the way, here are a few bullet points: – 2013 has been a stupid year so far. Part depressing, part wonderful but overall stupid. It can’t make up its mind about how it wants to treat me. There are days when I feel it likes me and then it dropkicks me into an abyss of hopelessness, the kind where Anu Malik’s music plays on a loop. Not that 2012 was any better. 2012 was to…

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Just another World Cup post.

Posted on April 7, 2011

I was one of those students who dread the Sports period at school. Unlike Calvin, I didn’t have any imaginary friends or the creativity to invent a new game. My idea of a sport was a War Game between G.I.JOEs and COBRA. I HATED SPORTS. I could never understand Tennis, I still don’t. Tennis had very few colors. Green and White mostly. I found that boring. And I found the scoring too complex for my taste. 15,30, 40 – I still haven’t figured out which series that is. I remember that Dad had a tennis racquet which I wasn’t allowed to touch. I never bothered. Since there was no Twitter at that time and we didn’t live in Kolkata, I had absolutely no idea…

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